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[glasgowgrin]

[The child steps onto the starry plane, blond hair swishing as he looks around and blue eyes blinking as his mind adjusts to the strange, unfamiliar sight. The scars on his face stretch his lips into a faint smile, but he doesn't exactly appear to be pleased. He says nothing until he spots the Kiosk and wanders over, speaking only to the machine to receive the brochure. He stands still and reads the paper for about ten minutes before it's folded up and shoved into his pocket.]

Whatever. [That's a mumbled comment.] But I won't say no to free food, as long as it's not poisonous. Haha! [That part is louder, and accompanied by a grin.]

[The boy walks. His first destination is the Kitchen, where he digs through the fridge for something he thinks he might like and plops himself down in a corner to eat. It's good enough. He grumbles about how "Chris" still makes better food than this and frowns himself for a few seconds, but after stuffing a sandwich into the backpack he carried, he returns the dishes to the sink and sets off again. His grin is bigger.]

So this place is just a big stretch of nothing, right? [He looks excited, once having arrived at a spot on the Plane that isn't too close to any of the locations. He sets his backpack down and rummages into it with a mischievous grin on his face.] Then that means I can do whatever I want without Sickle or Chi stopping me, haha!

[Minutes later, the sound of explosions rings across the vast nothingness. It's a fairly large, strong explosion, accompanied by the ringing laughter of a child who is having way too much fun letting bombs go off in a place he just arrived in.]

Comments

[glasgowgrin]

[Soulless. A copy of someone else. Rail suddenly wishes he hadn't made fun of this guy because this is knowledge he didn't want. Shit.]

What, what what? So you're like a clone or something?

[What do you mean, not human?!]

[otherness]

A clone? I... guess. Are clones made out of darkness?

[It's a good question.]

[glasgowgrin]

[He doesn't know. It sounds like science and he hates it. He stretches his smile more, then turns around and stuffs his hands into his pockets.]

I'm hungry. Hey, Roxas, do you wanna get some food? You can get food in that kitchen, right?

[He's got a sandwich in his bag, but he elects to pretend he doesn't. Anything to change the topic.]

[otherness]

[That was an abrupt subject change. Roxas blinks, but he goes along with it because he's pretty agreeable.]

Yeah. I can uh, try to make something if you don't know how. [He's had some practice.]

[glasgowgrin]

Really you will? I don't get to eat homemade cooking a lot so that would actually be pretty awesome! You're not gonna poison it right?

[otherness]

Wha-- why would I do something like that? Besides, I'm gonna eat it too.

[He slips into the kitchen. His cooking skills leave much to be desired, and he knows it. He sighs as he takes a box out of the cupboard.]

I hope mac 'n' cheese is okay.

[glasgowgrin]

I'm just being cautious. Don't take it personally. [He laughs to himself as he follows Roxas into the kitchen.]

I'll eat anything! I promise I won't eat so much you don't get your share.

[otherness]

[Rail, you are one weird dude. Anyway, Roxas is filling up a pot with water like a true professional.]

Hey, it's okay if you're hungry. [He smiles a little.] I mean, I can just make more.

[glasgowgrin]

[Uwaaaaah, he's smiling. Uwaaaaaah.]

You're generous! And because you are, I think I'll help. Do you need me to do anything?

[otherness]

[His smile gets bigger, though it's still kind of shy.]

Haha, um... If you find the bread, we can make sandwiches too.

[glasgowgrin]

I don't know my way around the kitchen but I guess I can look for you. What kinda bread do you want?

[otherness]

Wheat or white bread's fine.

[He occupies himself with dumping the noodles in the gently-boiling water.]

You're not gonna learn unless you look around, right?

[glasgowgrin]

But learning my way around the kitchen is a chooooooore.

[He says, while looking through cabinets. He eventually finds some bread!]

Here.

[otherness]

Cool, thanks.

[As the noodles boil, he's assembling sandwiches out of pre-sliced cheese and lunch meat, like a pro.]

What's your opinion on mustard?

[glasgowgrin]

It's yellow? I'll eat is as long as it's not rotten!

[otherness]

Well... I guess it is pretty yellow. [He puts mustard on the sandwiches so they aren't terribly dry.] Here, you can eat this while we wait for the noodles.

[glasgowgrin]

You're a good pal, Roxas! [His version of thanks as he hops closer to him and holds out his hands for the sandwich. At least he doesn't just grab it.]

[otherness]

-- uh... [Wow, he's never been called THAT before. He gives Rail the sandwich, then looks away, turning a little red.]

T... Thanks?

[Hey look, it's time to stir the noodles. He's gonna do that.]

[glasgowgrin]

[... Oh. This looks fun.]

Hey.

[He follows, taking a bite of the sandwich.]

Hey. What're you all blushing about?

[otherness]

[Slow blink. He raises a hand to his cheek. It feels hot.] Oh... I guess I am.

Do people blush when... they get embarrassed?

[glasgowgrin]

What do you mean, you guess? You're as red as Chris' eyes! And yeah, most people do?

[otherness]

Well, I don't have a heart, so I'm not supposed to have feelings either.

[He looks about as clueless as you do, Rail.]

[glasgowgrin]

... How are you alive if you don't have a heart?

[otherness]

Because... I was made with magic? [He touches his chest.] There's something beating in there, but it's not the same as a Heart. A person's heart is... their soul, their memories, their everything.

I never got one.

[glasgowgrin]

You should back the heck up and start over with the part where you said you were made by magic. Are you pulling my leg?